I’m plodding along with Fusion…and got distracted yesterday by an evil contemporary. I do not write contemps. No. Not anymore… 😕
Anyway, here’s a bit of Fury:
“What?”
“Bruises.” She bit out the word and held his gaze, saw the memory flicker there.
His hand eased but he didn’t let go. He pulled her behind him. “I’m not used to women with so little stamina.”
So my good news from last week was the fact that I sold Bitter Harvest, my m/m post-apoc romance to Carina Press. It’s due out in March 2012. 😀
If you want to read snippets of it, it first appeared as part of Six Sunday. There’re are about 5 parts of it, I think.
Anyway, here’s my next 6 from Fury 🙂 I’m half way through Fusion and Frequency is mostly planned, so I should be back to this wip soon. Can’t wait 😀
She wanted skin and flesh, the slide of his against her own. To bite him. Fuck, to devour him.
Heyerdar broke their kiss, but buried his face against her neck, his teeth grazing her. Breaking the skin. “You shouldn’t feel so fucking good.”
I was minding my own business in Writechat.net one day when I was hustled by CM Torrens and Marguerite Labbe. They forced a plot bunny on me…and Bitter Harvest — a m/m post apocalyptic romance — was born. The story was way out of my comfort zone. I’d never written m/m before, but these two men, Rider and Sutton, refused to be anyone other than who they are. They gave me a hell of a ride…lol
Carina Press has contracted Bitter Harvest and it should be out early 2012. Here’s the unofficial blurb.
Lieutenant Robert Sutton has survived by luck, his wits and a chance mutation. The pheromones of the infected—how they first pull in their victims—has no effect on him. Or so he thinks. He’s survived on the emptied streets of London for years, but now the infected are closing in. They will have the last humans for themselves.
For Sutton, and the people he cares for, time has run out.
So the capture of Nicholas Rider is too convenient. A man who’s survived the nano-virus that’s almost destroyed the planet, a man whose striking sexuality wraps around Sutton. He’s a trap. He can’t be trusted.
Yet Sutton can’t resist him and it could mean the end of his world.
I was good and finished Current and subbed it 😀 Now I’m about 3.5k into Fusion. So today’s Six Sunday is a bit of a double whammy. Six lines from Fury and a just a little bit more than six from Current. Enjoy.
First, Fury:
“What?”
“Your clothes.”
“Captain…”
“I’m the left hand of the emperor.” A twist of a smile touched Heyerdar’s mouth. “You obey me as you do the right hand.”
And a snippet from Current:
He growled and his fingers tightened at her wrists, pressed deep into her sex so that her body arched back against his. “You think this is a fucking joke?” His teeth found the curve where her neck met her shoulder. Pained-pleasure lanced and Syato bit back a cry. “Feel like a joke now?”
Dark spots danced across her vision and she fought to breathe. What was he doing? “No. No it doesn’t.”
The week was split between Fury and Current. I’m still writing Current now. If I get though it, Fusion and Frequency, then yes, Hailey Edwards, I can get back to writing Heyerdar. 😉 I do have 27k to pick from for 6 Sunday though.
Oh and I also got good news in the middle of the week. But I can’t share it yet…
A thin smile touched Heyerdar’s mouth. “My power comes from the heart of the earth. Remember that.” He leaned forward his mouth so close to hers she tasted his sweet breath and couldn’t stop the quick hitch in her chest. His voice was just above a raw whisper. “Never offer me anything you’re not willing to lose.”
Fury went to a very dark place this week. I’m not sharing that yet, if at all…so here’s something from early on with Ava and Heyerdar 🙂
Heyerdar’s hands tightened on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to bruise. His eyes had grown dark. “And for this…?”
“A kiss.”
A smile lifted his mouth, wry and wicked. “So little.”
As always you can read more 6 Sundays here
As I plot out the three remaining stories in the Planetary Bodies series -: Current, Fusion and Frequency, I’m playing about with an erotic fantasy romance with the working title of Fury.
As I type this I have about 14k written. Hope to have a lot more when Sunday rolls around. Anyway, here’s my six:
Sunlight gilded his muscled body.
Ava dropped her head into her hands and leaned heavily on the balustrade. In the silence, the cool air carried the turn of his bare feet over the sand of the arena, the soft huffs of his breath as his supple body flowed through the series of twisting, intricate moves. The marble dug into her bony elbows and she ignored the pain for her illicit moment of man-watching.
Captain Nahum Heyerdar put on his naked show every morning, just as the sun crept over the second watch tower. Welcoming the fire of the sun as she touched the earth.
As always you can find more fabulous sixsundays here
My head was fuzzy this afternoon, so I took my Scrivener trial in to the real world and plotted up Fury – well as much as a non-plotter like me can plot. The other half wanted to stand back from it and see if he could see Megamind…
So I’m writing my new wip, Fury, an erotic fantasy romance, and I came to a little section where my heroine, Ava, witnesses a woman she knows having sex with two men. (Yes, this is my usual writing day 🙂 ). I could ‘see’ the scene in my head, the corridor that Ava stood in, the scents, the sounds of the others witnessing the display…but the threesome were remarkably…absent.
So I played a bit of Barbie and Action Man in my head. I had to flesh out where they were in relation to the room and each other. It was mechanical and unsexy. This is a sort of recreation. I deleted the original monostrosity.
The guard lay beneath her on the bed, his hands firm on her breasts. Another knelt between the splayed thighs of her and the guard. Eleta’s glistening skin, caught and gleaming in the golden light.
As I got more into viewing the characters, into almost using a full senses camera to move around the bed, taking in the sight of her skin, the way the light touched it, how they moved together, how that would feel, the little scene coalesced into this draft.
Ava couldn’t close her eyes. They’d thrown back the shutters to narrow arched window and golden light bathed the wide bed set in the middle of the small room. It shone against a tangle of limbs, Eleta’s white skin gleaming with sweat. The men, beneath and above her, found her with their mouths, their dicks. Low groans, Eleta’s increasing cries and the wet slap of quickening flesh filled the air.
Ava tried to remember to breathe, her gaze fixed on where their bodies joined, watching the increasing slide of both men in and out of Eleta’s flesh. Heat burned in Ava’s face, the warmth in her belly matching it. The strength bound up with the three wet her mouth.
They’d fucked before, often, knew each other’s need and bodies so well the pleasure that burned from them was smooth and all consuming.
It’s still in the first draft stage – I wanted to get Ava to her hero 😀 – but I’d stopped worrying about where Tabs A and B went into Slots C, D and E and let the sensations of the act overtake the mechanics.
KIM KNOX 